Zi Ji naturally had her own reasons for doing this.
After transforming into a demon and condensing her Demon Core, she gained a talent. It was a simple one: the weaker she became, the stronger her attacks grew.
At first, she did not understand what use such a seemingly useless talent had. That was until she once took on six Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts at once. Though she beat those Soul Beasts half to death in the end, she was seriously injured as well—and finally understood the purpose of that talent.
Battle! A battle on the brink of life and death! A battle of striking back from the depths of despair!
She had been suppressed by the domains of six Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts, then they had unleashed their ultimate moves together and severely wounded Zi Ji.
Zi Ji had thought she would lose, but then she sensed the difference within herself. Every strike sent those Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts flying and coughing blood. In just a few moves, she beat them half to death.
From then on, Zi Ji became even fonder of tempering herself in battles between life and death, allowing her to master that innate ability more skillfully.
This became especially apparent after she learned the Blood Explosion Art.
It also made Zi Ji extremely dangerous in battle. If she could not win quickly, her attack power would steadily rise as her condition worsened. This gave Zi Ji the habit of counter-killing her opponent when she was grievously wounded at the end of a battle—but no one could say for sure whether she would have the chance to counter-kill them.
Zhu Zhuqing was slightly stunned, seemingly unable to understand what Zi Ji meant. Was Zi Ji really just going to let herself be beaten half to death and gamble with